THE SHRILL OF THE DOORBELL RINGING BROUGHT THE FAMILY OF SUPERS TO A HALT. Eszter looked at the door like she was could see right through her, already knowing who was standing on the other side. The witch didn't know whether she was eager or a little anxious to hang out with Wesley, barely knowing the guy, yet she was putting a lot of trust in him. Eszter wouldn't necessarily consider Wesley as a friend, she found him annoying and cocky, but he knew his stuff.
Eszter forgot about Wesley's visit to pick her up for their little meet-up. She was sitting at the kitchen table with a blonde-haired baby doll laying on its back, plastic legs pointed up, and a clean diaper was sitting next to it. Eszter was getting ready to compete Vision on who could change the baby's diaper the fastest, knowing she'd lose with the disadvantage of his superspeed. However, Eszter planned to use her powers.
After they returned from their baby shopping, Eszter had let the thought of Wesley slip from her mind; she was ecstatic to meet her little nephews--yes, Eszter still believes their twins--and wants to be the best aunt ever. Eszter wants to be there for Wanda, even though she knows her sister would merely push her away, assuring the witch she could handle the babies alone. Nevertheless, Wanda agreed to let Eszter consider changing the baby's diapers, so the witch turned to practice because she's never changed a baby's diaper in her life.
"I'll get that," called Eszter, already jumping to her feet.
However, Vision's speed proved to be better than hers.
"No worries, Eszter. I've got the door," assured Vision, speeding across the living room and stopping at the front door in a matter of seconds. Vision unlocks the door and peels it open, greeted by a smiling stranger with curly hair. He furrows his brows, smiling politely at the boy. "Hello, how may I help you?"
"Hi, I'm looking for Eszter?" Wesley wondered from the front door. "Is she here by any chance?"
Suddenly, Vision was buffing his chest, squaring his shoulders, and tensing his jaw. The humanoid crossed his arms tightly across his chest, narrowing his eyes at Wesley. "Depends; who's asking?"
Wesley parts his lips, taken aback. He flushed a bit. "Oh, uh . . . I'm Wesley, sir," he held his hand out to greet Vision. "I met Eszter earlier this morning when I was going on a short walk. She's a friend of my mom's, actually."
"And who is your mother?"
"Who is it, honey?" Wanda wondered from the kitchen, stepping out and into the dining area.
Eszter, wanting to deflect the conversation, sprung up from her seat and darted across the living room, squeezing herself between the door and Vision. She met Wesley's amused gaze, but Eszter was merely glaring at the boy, almost annoyed. Eszter would roll her eyes, but it would be useless; her frustration would only amuse Wesley even more.
"Oh, my God. You're so embarrassing," muttered Eszter to Vision, who didn't seem phased by her comment. Pressing her lips tightened into a smile, the witch nudged her head to the side. "What are you doing here? I thought we were going to meet up a little later?"
Wesley inspected his watch, then looked at Eszter. "It is a little later," he practically joked, which Eszter didn't find funny. "I kind of have a curfew, so . . ."
"You have a curfew?" scoffed Eszter with a slight chuckle, folding her arms across her chest and jutting her hip out.
He snickered, too. "You'd be surprised to know how strict my mother is," said Wesley with a hint of bitterness lingering in his tone. "So, you ready to go?"
"I'm sorry, but as Eszter's guardian, I'm not sure I'm comfortable with her hanging out with someone I'm not familiar with."
"It's fine, Vision," assured Eszter. "We're . . . friends."
"With all due respect, Eszter, you're still a minor," clarified Vision, concern written on his face. He has that look that she had many parental figures give her. "As long as you're living under our roof, your sister and I are responsible for you."
A forced chuckle rolled off Eszter's tongue; she slowly spun on her toes, looking at Wanda for help. "Wands, you mind helping?"
"Oh, Vis, leave the kids alone," waved Wanda with a gesture, beaming brightly as she saunters toward her husband and sister. Wanda touched Vision's shoulder gently and gave him a toothy grin, tilting her head down until she stared softly at him. "Eszter's . . . oh, how old are you?"
Eszter stared at her sister with a slight frown, rolling her eyes. "Seventeen, who's capable of taking care of herself."
Wanda nodded. "Exactly what she said," she patted Vision's chest. "Besides, I already met Wesley, and he's got my stamp of approval." Wanda leaned to the right to get a better look at Wesley, giving him a quick smile and a subtle laugh. "Wesley, it's nice seeing you again. How's Agnes?"
He shrugged. "Oh, you know, doing her part."
"Well, I apologize for my husband's hostility," said Wanda. "He's a little overprotective now since the little one is coming."
"Ah," nodded Wesley. "Makes sense."
"Am I invisible and don't know it, or what?" said an annoyed Eszter, throwing her arms up in a fit. She didn't like that Wanda and Vision's first initial thought was Wesly was a secret boy she liked. Eszter had brought a boy to meet Wanda before, but she doesn't remember it being this uncomfortable.
Ignoring Eszter, Wesley continued to answer Wanda--maybe he found it amusing. "I get it," assured the warlock, smiling politely. "I promise you that Eszter is one-hundred percent safe with me."
Eszter scoffed. "Yeah, okay. You've all had your fun, but kindly never do it again, okay? Good," she stamped her foot in the ground, wedging this into their brains.
"I do apologize for my hostility, Eszter, but I do care about your well-being more than you know."
A soundwave practically thumped throughout Eszter's heart, making it feel fluttery and light. Eszter felt good knowing Vision cared about her when it felt like she had no one on her side. Her chest was swollen, and her eyes felt thick with tears; Eszter could cry with happiness, but it would look weird if she did. Eszter neglected the feeling from her friends at the time of want, but the witch realized she was missing that support from someone she needed it from.
Eszter's eyes moved from Vision to Wanda, who was standing on the other side of Vision, a pretty smile tugging on her lips. She stared at her sister with the fading smile loosening from the hold of her cheeks, eyes glittering with a bit of desperation shining inside. Eszter looked almost distant, with her mind running away from the scene she was playing but watching Wanda with curiosity mixed inside. Eszter was conflicted.
Watching Wanda standing there, smiling and having the time of her life, Eszter loved that for her sister, but the stabbing sensation prodding her heart was an ugly reminder that Eszter was hurt. She hated feeling this way after everything Wanda's been through, but the teenager couldn't deny the way she felt. Not even here.
Eszter barely registered the conversation dying around her when she felt frozen in her shoes, gawking at Wanda with a softness in her eyes. Not once did Eszter feel the burning gazes drilling holes into her head, furrowed brows and lips moving like they were speaking; Eszter didn't hear them. Wanda was looking at Eszter now, and she merely stared at her big sister, tapping into the psychic link they shared; the younger sister knew the truth and could feel the weight of Wanda weighing her down, but Eszter knew how to balance it out.
It was strange. The way Wanda was using her powers and manipulating everything around them, Eszter could feel magic humming all around her, but everything had trailed back to Wanda. Now, Eszter was focusing on Wanda with a questionable look on her face, her mind drawing to places.
If Eszter is some so-called witch who's meant for great things, then wouldn't that make Wanda one as well? How could they possibly be witches when neither of them ever used magic? Neither of them grew up around the concept of magic, nor did they ever imagine such a thing to exist. However, Eszter could barely wrap her mind around the idea of being a witch; getting powers was mind-blowing enough, but being told she's a powerful witch is a little nerve-wracking.
"Eszter, you okay?" Wanda's gentle voice managed to break Eszter from her thoughts, who blinked and stared at the eldest sister quizzically.
"What?"
"I asked if you're okay?" repeated Wanda, concerned. "Are you feeling sick?" Wanda reaches forward and lightly presses the back of her hand against Eszter's forehead, who subconsciously leans into her touch.
Catching herself, Eszter moves out of Wanda's reach, chuckling sheepishly as she touches the back of her neck. "I'm fine, Wands," the girl assured. She couldn't allow her thoughts to distract her right now. Eszter shouldn't dwell too much on the past because she'll miss the amazing moments with Wanda now that they're together. "Just zoned out a bit."
However, Wanda didn't look like she believed Eszter's story as much as Vision did, who merely smiled graciously. Vision had thrown an arm around Eszter's shoulders and pressed her close to his side, squeezing her until the witch was chuckling beside him. Wanda studied Eszter and squinted her eyes, wanting to know something that her sister wasn't telling her, but Wanda plastered a smile on her face. Whatever Wanda was thinking, Eszter suspected her sister to drop it for the sake of the moment.
"Wands, is it fine if I go out?" Eszter asked out of the blue, earning a small hey! from Vision. "Ssh!" she looked at Vision with a finger pressed to her lips, smirking at the humanoid, who looked hilariously displeased.
Wanda finally smiled. "As long as you don't stay out too late," she answered, placing her hands on her hips. "You might be seventeen, But like Vision said, you're a minor. I'm responsible for you. I want you home by the time the street lights go on."
The witch's jaw dropped, scoffing. "Do I look like a child to you?" Eszter tested Wanda. "Eleven."
Wanda narrowed her eyes playfully. "Ten."
"Ten-thirty," challenged Eszter.
There was a moment of silence where Wanda debated, but the woman gave up in the end. She wasn't super strict with Eszter, knowing well enough that her sister was a grown young woman who could take care of herself. Wanda wanted to raise Eszter to be an independent woman who can make her own choices and decide for herself. All their life, Wanda had raised Eszter like a daughter, giving her rules and curfews; it was almost disheartening to stand there and watch how fast Eszter has grown over the years.
Wanda was a little put-off by Eszter's aura in Westview, but she has never felt giddier knowing her little sister was with her right now. Wanda loves having Eszter here, where her family will grow and grow.
"Fine," sighed Wanda in defeat. Eszter cheered and dashed away from the front door, throwing on some shoes and slipping between Vision and the door until she was pushing Wesley around. "Say hi to Agnes for me, will you?"
Wesley looks over his shoulder, smiling widely. "Will do!"
"And be careful!" Vision rushed out, holding onto Wanda's side as his wife cuddled to his side, watching her sister walk away. "Just don't be late, please! We still worry!"
"Say, do you think Eszter's okay?"
Vision watches as Eszter and Wesley continue down the sidewalk together, and once they got far enough, he shuts the door and turns to his wife. Vision's human facade transforms into his humanoid head, frowning at Wanda in wonderment.
"You heard her. She's fine, Wanda," assured Vision, but he pauses briefly with a thought, looking back at Wanda with concern. "Why? Did she say something to you?"
Wanda's brows stayed knitted at the thought, and her eyes were trained on the wall. "No, but . . ." she said, feeling guilty. "It feels like . . . I dunno, like, Eszter's . . . upset." Wanda looks up at Vision.
"Sorry, I'll try to keep my dad-mode to a minimum toward Eszter," declared Vision, waving his arms in emphasis, cutting the air.
"No, no," said Wanda with a shake of her head. "I just get this feeling that she's upset . . . with me."
Vision scoffed in disbelief, approaching a frowning Wanda and touching her shoulders. "Now, why would your sister be upset with you, darling?" He meets his wife's eyes. Wanda's brows were knitted tightly on her forehead, her lips were in a pout, and her eyes were speaking a thousand words. "Eszter's been ecstatic since she arrived."
"Have you noticed something different about her?"
"She's gotten taller?" answered Vision, to which Wanda doesn't reply. Vision drops his arms back to his side, moving away from Wanda and heading further into the house. "We should prepare ourselves for Billy."
And just like that, all the worries Wanda once felt swept away instantly; instead, Wanda was filled with serenity and excitement for the baby cooking in her belly. Wanda had a way of expelling any worries, grief, and depression off her shoulders, allowing her to breathe fresh air. It was so easy for Wanda to relieve herself of this awful energy she carried for so long, and ever since finding a home in Westview, Wanda had never felt more alive.
Wanda cocked a brow at Vision's fleeing figure. "Billy?"
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"What was that all about?"
"Hm?" hummed Eszter, looking up and meeting a skeptical Wesley, who had one raised eyebrow and was giving the witch an odd stare. Eszter merely stared at him; a little confused about what he was talking about, she turned her gaze away. "What was what about?"
Wesley snickers. "Back there . . . with your sister," clarified Wesley, jutting his thumb over his shoulder for emphasis. "Kind of had scary-eyes."
Feigning bewilderment, Eszter looks at Wesley like she doesn't know what he is talking about. "Scary-eyes? Are you serious, right now?" chuckled Eszter, shaking her head, but the witch was looking away, trying to shield her emotions. "Nothing happened. I was just annoyed that Wanda still sees me like I'm a kid still."
"It didn't sound like it to me," said Wesley, barely gaining Eszter's attention. He would keep glancing to his side to catch a crack in the girl's act, but she managed to fake it. "There's tension between the two of you."
That seemed to break the act Eszter was putting up, turning to face Wesley while her feet stopped moving; the witch's face contorted almost defensively, narrowing her eyes threateningly and staring Wesley down coldly. She didn't like how he was butting into her business. They were both somewhere they shouldn't be, and the only way they would be part of the show was if they played along to Wanda's sitcom life.
Wesley didn't hear the sound of Eszter's shoes scratching against the pavement, so he stopped in his steps and glanced back; standing a few paces behind Wesley, Eszter was glaring at the boy darkly.
"What's wrong?"
Gritting her teeth, Eszter shook her head silently before marching back into pace, shoving her shoulder into Wesley's hard. The boy grunted from the hit, rubbing the now sore spot before following Eszter.
"Don't act like you know me," threatened Eszter. "Why does everyone act like they know me? You all just assume things and make me the bad guy."
The small confession struck Wesley by surprise, but he didn't know what to say. He's heard many stories about the Witch of Destruction and how she's merciless; Wesley used to fear the thought of the dark witch when he was a child. The stories about a witch who yearned for power didn't fit the person in front of him.
Wesley doesn't know Eszter personally, but he knew of her; he knows Eszter joined the Avenger when Thanos came to Earth but was a test rat for the government to use. Wesley knows Eszter tried to be become a hero with Spider-Man, saving people's lives because she felt like she needed to redeem herself. He knows Eszter possesses a power that she can barely control--something that works spontaneously and subconsciously.
However, Wesley doesn't know who Eszter is without the Dark One painting a picture for her, giving her an identity that she doesn't see. Wesley can only see Eszter as something she's never heard of. She was right; Wesley doesn't know a thing about Eszter.
Angering Eszter wouldn't be the wisest thing Wesley does, especially when things are still so fresh in the game. He had come this far, exposed too much, and even talked Eszter into embracing the magic she could have. It was never meant to go this way, Wesley knew that, but he had no more time. Wesley was rushing and was becoming sloppy. It was embarrassing.
"Sorry," said Wesley from behind, huffing as he quickened his pace with the stomping Eszter. "You're right. I don't know you." Eszter scoffed to herself, rolling her eyes and continuing down to the park, knowing it would be empty of children. "But I wanna know."
Eszter's stomps grew softer with each step, and her brows were furrowed, a little weirded out to hear how touchy-feeling Wesley was being. As long as Eszter's known Wesley--which hasn't been long--he hasn't once shown an ounce of care of who she is as a person. From the moment she stumbled upon Wesley back in London, chained like an animal, Eszter could tell he was more interested in the mythical being known as the Dark One. He didn't care about who Eszter was and what she stood for; Wesley only wanted to see the witch she was supposed to be.
Being heard was all Eszter wanted, but it felt like no one could listen to her. No one was listening.
Anger and frustration burned hot in Eszter's skin, and every time she shoved it down into a small ball, the fire grew and grew to more she compressed it. She could feel it clutching at her throat until her breathing hitched, feeling conflicted in the moment of her vulnerability.
Instead of taking that conversation any further, Eszter decides now is a good time to bring them back to the matter at hand. They weren't close enough to talk about feelings. Eszter knew Wesley didn't care how she was feeling, and she didn't plan on wasting her breath if he was merely playing an act to get her to do what he wanted.
On their way to the park, there was no surprise when it was deserted; not a child in sight was playing in the playground like it should've been, but no one commented on it. It barely crossed their minds, and they were set on a mission of their own to worry about the children. Eszter led Wesley toward the playground and chose that as the place of practice.
The witch climbs up the playground through the steps, and Wesley goes through the funky-looking ladders from a different side, seemingly having fun. Eszter plops herself in the middle of the playground, crossing her legs and waiting on Welsey.
"Where were you?"
Wesley looks up to the sound of Eszter's voice finally speaking.
It didn't take a genius to catch the tone in Eszter's voice as the subject twisted back to reality; Wesley, who was now hanging at the monkey bars, looked at the witch. She stared at him expectantly. His face flushed merely by hanging upside down, so he fixes himself upright and swings back to the platform, walking toward Eszter and sitting next to the slide.
Eszter noticed the quizzical expression. "When I went missing. When S.W.O.R.D. took me," she clarified. "I kind of expected you to find me."
He scoffed playfully. "I didn't take you for the damsel type."
She shrugs. "I'm not, but . . . things happened while I was gone," said Eszter, looking at Wesley with focused eyes. "But you've never told me how you managed to find me the first two times." Eszter saw the look on Wesley's face, so she added. "Yeah, I know what you're about to say, but I don't get any of this."
"So, you really don't know anything about your lore?"
"Am I supposed to?"
"Well, for one, yeah," exclaimed Wesley, scoffing to himself. "Put it like this, witches and sorcerers have a sixth sense for magical beings if you practice this sense. For me, it took me a while to get it down, but it wasn't hard finding you." Wesley chuckles to himself, staring around Eszter like he could see something that wasn't there. "I mean, you're radiating with so much destructive energy, it's scary."
Something crossed Eszter's face, and for a split second, the witch looked horrified. If Wesley found her energy to be scary, she would've never let herself come to this moment. Eszter knew she was powerful enough to stop whoever was behind the Hex, but she hadn't a clue where to start; Eszter couldn't bring herself to want to tear everything down, knowing it would ruin Wanda's happiness.
Eszter could never understand her powers before, always wondering why she felt a certain way when she used her abilities, somehow choosing the wrong path. The way these dark thoughts in her mind decided to destroy and create havoc, wanting to ruin the world for the power she so much yearned. Eszter remembered the nightmare scarred deep in her brain, surrounded by complete darkness and destruction, bodies discarded everywhere, her body drenched with blood that didn't belong to her, or maybe it did. Still, Eszter couldn't forget the way everyone laid around her, broken and beaten.
Power had never sounded so good, yet terrifying.
"What are we doing today?"
Wesley noticed the distant look in Eszter's eyes when she stared out into the field, deep in thought. He didn't know what the girl was thinking, but a penny for her thoughts would give him hindsight into her head. Wesley could tell Eszter was having an internal battle with herself, and most likely, everyone in the world.
He doesn't say much about it because they weren't close enough to have that kind of conversation, but Wesley was curious, to say the least.
"Today, we're going to study runes and rituals," said Wesley, fishing out a piece of folded paper he had tucked in the front pocket of his trousers. Unraveling it, Wesley handed Eszter a piece of parchment paper. "Casting spells aren't all fine and dandy, though it may come as easy for you, considering you're powerful enough to cast spells as nonverbal. Sometimes, we also perform incantations for certain spells."
Eszter bobbed her head slowly, trying to understand what Wesley was trying to explain, but she was still new to everything. It all sounds so confusing and nothing Eszter has heard of. She's seen movies and shows about wizards and witches, but they were all fiction; nothing about them was real, and never did Eszter think stuff like this was ever likely to be real.
She remembers first encountering Wesley and thinking how weird he was. Maybe she still stands by that, but that would make Eszter just as odd.
"Incantations?"
"Basically, it's a spell said in another language. Spellcasting has a vast of different ways of creating and conjuring spells," said Wesley. "Sometimes, I have to cast an incantation because I'm not nearly as powerful as you . . . or even my mother, for that matter." Wesley rolled his wrist and created a rune above his hand, blue energy hovering over his fingers as a sigil sliced in the air. "Do you know what this is?"
Eszter was blank with answers, shrugging. "Uh, should I?"
"I didn't expect you to, but it surprises me," the rune burst, and the park was being wrapped with green vines with flowers all over the plastic and metal bars. Eszter watched in awe, gobsmacked to see what the magic looked like with her very eyes. "Runes--or a sigil, if you wanna call it that--they're symbols that can be turned into magic."
"How come I've never seen it before?" wondered Eszter, intrigued.
"Because it's not all the time we need them for when we're casting spells, but there are certain ones where you need a rune," informed Wesley, creating a new sigil with different hand movements. "Like this, it's a protection spell--" the symbol was cut into lines and dots and curves, arrows all wrapped into a circle to seal the rune together. "It's powerful enough to protect you from powerful spells. It prevents certain spells from altering you."
Eszter furrows her brows. "How is this supposed to help me with what you did?"
"What do you mean what I did?" Wesley was nearly offended. "I didn't do anything."
The witch narrowed her eyes. "You're the one who told me I had to 'embrace' who I am because you wouldn't help," exclaimed Eszter, nearly seething beneath her breath. "I have no clue what happened to me."
"It's not a bad thing, Eszter," assured Wesley with a softer tone. He wasn't acting like an obnoxious person who was using dark humor to hide his caring personality--was he even caring? Eszter recognized the feeble attempt to shield how scared he really was. She does the same. "I shouldn't have let you do it, and I'm sorry for putting you in that position. I got a little carried away."
Eszter stared a Wesley, crossing her arms. "It's whatever now," she shifts.
Wesley pursed his lips and shifted in his spot, tucking his legs underneath his body, sitting cross-cross like Eszter. He moved the piece of paper under his shoe to keep it from flying off, flatting it with his hands and pointing to one of the runes.
"Why don't you give it a try?"
She stared at the paper hesitantly. "Uh, I don't know . . ."
"Oh, come on! It'll be fun, I swear. Once you get the hang of it, you'll be hungry for more," grinned Wesley, sliding the parchment toward Eszter. He taps the wrinkled paper. "Go on."
Eszter merely stared at the piece of paper in front of her, nervously picking it up and eyeing the sigils drawn on by Wesley. The symbols were scrawled on the paper darkly like Wesley was rushing and did the circle so many times; the symbols within the circle were made sloppily, a few dashes here and there, dots were obviously pressed hard until the graphite was shaving from the pressure.
Beneath each sigil was a name for what they were used for, but Eszter could barely wrap her mind about it all. It was weird to think Eszter started with using telekinesis and mind manipulation, to this--where she can use sigils to create spells. To think, all of this was real, and not a single person had noticed.
Wesley watched with curious eyes, wanting to witness the Dark One's magic before his very eyes. Even as they sat there in silence, waiting for Eszter to do something, anything.
"I promise they're not gonna bite."
"Ha-ha," Eszter rolled her eyes. "Funny."
"This is your new life now, Eszter. If you wanna learn about magic, then you need to suck it up, buttercup, and start accepting that this is who you are now," yelled Wesley, voice firm. "Stop denying the truth and learn to cope with it because, whether you like it or not, your name is written in the stars, and you will have a red dot on your head."
Eszter swallows anxiously. "Red dot," she hums with a subtle nod. Eszter looks back at the parchment, conflicted. "Got it."
Suddenly, Wesley snagged the paper from Eszter. "I need to hear you say it."
"Say what?" Eszter stared at Wesley when he gave her a knowing look. "Of--Of this?"
"I'm risking a lot teaching you this stuff," said Wesley. "I'm not gonna teach you this if you're not going to take this seriously. That means no more denying your powers or who you are."
Here it is, the moment that Eszter was afraid of; her time of being a teenager was slowly slipping from her grasps, and even as she tried to run away from her problems and responsibilities, Wesley was snapping her back. He tracked her down and pushed this back onto her. Wesley had forced this upon her, telling her that her only way out was to embrace whatever was inside her. And for so long, Eszter wanted to conceal whatever she held. But apparently, the Earth isn't big enough for her to run away to without her life consequences stalking close behind.
Maybe Eszter hesitated a little longer than Wesley would've liked, but he allowed it because he could sympathize with her.
Chewing anxiously on her thumb, Eszter tried to argue with her thoughts, picking and choosing one option over another; no matter what she thought, it always led back to this moment. The debate bounced back and forth in her head like a volleyball court, one thought after another.
But then Eszter lifted her eyes until they locked with Wesley's and with her lips pursed in a tight line like she was straining to cough out the words.
Then she nods. "No more denying. Got it," Eszter rubs her hands against her knees, drying the sweat that started building up from the anxiety skyrocketing through her veins.
Eszter snatches the paper from Wesley with an annoyed expression rewriting her face, erasing the anxiety she was feeling. She eyed the runes, pretending like she could understand it, but Eszter didn't know where to start. But she studied the rune Welsey had pointed at--the Protection Rune--and shifted in her seat, breathing out.
Hands raised with a small determination, and a bit of curiosity, Eszter conjured the energy in her hands until a violent purple hue sliced the air; twisting her fingers in a small motion, the angry energy wisped in a circular motion, decorating it with the same marks and dashes as the paper drawn by Wesley. The magic inside the rune was suddenly growing in Eszter's grasp; it was almost intoxicating.
In the air was the sigil out of the magic from Eszter, who stared at it in awe, completely taken aback that she had created something so magnificent. It was strange to Eszter that she could manipulate her powers that aren't only messing with emotions and moving things with her mind. Eszter might've felt her lips tug into a grin.
"How does this even work?"
Wesley shrugs, leaning back with his arms holding him up. "Anything--from harm, negative influence, and psychic attacks," he listed. "It's powerful enough to protect you from any kind of magic. It only lasts temporarily, though, so you have to apply it at an appropriate time."
Eszter looked at Wesley shortly before turning her eyes back to the sigil glowing in her grasp, closing her fingers into a fist, and letting the magic dissipate before her eyes. Eszter lowered her hand back into her lap, gaze falling to the paper by her feet and looking between each sigil.
"That sucks, doesn't it?"
"Magic has its limits. Some are more long-lasting than others, and some are temporary."
"That's a bit disappointing."
☁︎isabel's thoughts☁︎
❝ hi, guys. it's been a while. i've been feeling iffy with this and upcoming chapters, and i still feel like it could be better, but i don't want to put too much into this yet.
i kind of feel like it's been a little too fast? like, we're already getting closer to monica being kicked out, lol.
i finally have the script for nwh, and i've been writing different ideas where i want eszter to be. my notes are insane lol.
also, DSMOM!?! how insane was that?! the fact that i kind of have an idea for that is red flags lmao.
anyways, happy late valentines day c:❞